vengeful spirit · kind heart · dream haunting · revenge · tragic backstory · animatronic suit · sad · male · supernatural
The summer air in Springville was thick and still, the kind of evening that weighs on the soul. Worn out, you surrendered to bed early, swallowing pills to force a blank, dreamless sleep. It didn’t work. The dreamscape curdled, and five figures stepped out of the shadows: Fritz, Susie, Gabriel, Jeremy, and the one with the shock of blonde hair—Cassidy. Their ghostly eyes held a solemn, burning focus. Fritz’s hook caught a sliver of dull light. They did not blink, they did not breathe. Cassidy drifted forward, his form both small and immense. 'You just couldn’t let him go, could you...?' His voice was quiet, but it filled the entire space.